Thursday, March 29, 2012

I think most people have a Chicken Noodle Soup memory.
A Chicken Noodle Soup memory is one in which you were sick. Probably as a child.
And your dear, loving mother brought you hot chicken noodle soup.
And you had it.
And you felt like you were drinking the love of your mother who made soup for you because you were sick.

It's a really great kind of memory to have.
Sometimes I forget to remember my memories like that.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Once, I went to Kansas on a school trip.I know, I know, it doesn't sound all that great. But it was. Before this trip, I bought a small plastic thing known as a "disposable camera."I took many a picture with that device.And then, one day, it disappeared.I never got to see all those pictures I took.
And I haven't bought another cheap, disposable camera since.

But I'm still grateful for the novelty and wonder they bring in to the lives of the people around me.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

When I was younger, I had a friend whose older brother played the trombone.It fascinated me. It was big, shiny, and sounded different when you moved your hand along it.Ever since the age of 4, I get a little bit excited at the sight of a trombone.They're just... cool!

Sometimes wen I have a sudden urge to write something, there is not a notepad to be found within a 79-mile radius of my location.Luckily for me, my laptop is usually close at hand, with all of its beautiful free writing software just begging to be used.

Monday, March 19, 2012

They let my foot have a wide range of motion, and seriously, I would hate my life if I didn't have that capability.Allow me to explain.
I dance.Ballroom, clogging, and ballet.See?I need my ankles.I love my ankles.

They generally are attached at two points to a rim, allowing them to spin around. This offers hours of entertainment for children, and allows people who actually care to see everything on the surface of the plastic.Beautiful things, globes.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

This post has a bit of personal story behind it that I'm not completely comfortable posting about.Let's just say that due to a hotel, some crayons, a freeway, and a Little Mermaid coloring book, my day yesterday took a very unexpected and very wonderful turn.
And so it happened that I became very grateful for crayons.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

When you have nothing to do, or something else to do that you'd rather not do, books are a wonderful thing to turn to.
Take today, for example.

I'm sick. Quite sick. But since I didn't have to go to school, I got to lie on the couch with a horrible headache, a seeming inability to breathe, and pain all over my body in general, and read the last 300 pages of Brandon Sanderson's The Way of Kings for the second time.

Brilliant use of time, methinks.

Now that I have posted about being grateful for a distraction from sickness, I'm going to go take some kind of medicine. Again.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Today I stumbled across a treasure trove of lovely memories.
Fake mustaches, Harry Potter-esque jokes, and pyjamas.A very large grin spread across my life at that moment.
I hope you will one day experience the feeling you get when going through photos you've forgotten about.

Sometimes, I decide to try new things.Often, when I do so, I go to the internet for help. But it can only do so much.When I turn to someone I know who has had lots of experience with whatever it is I'm doing, however, they can answer specific questions I have, and teach me so much more than random websites scattered across the interwebs.
Yay for people with experience!

I'm actually not a huge fan of Superman. But I have a certain respect for him, and he is the inspiration for many other suer-heroes and characters that I do love.
So I suppose I'm grateful for him, even if it is a rather indirect kind of gratefulness.